To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 543 - : 316

Chapter 543: 316

Seventeen more magic artifacts were sacrificed, with copious amounts of spiritual energy condensing into smoke that slowly rose up, eventually being swallowed by the array before them and disappearing without a trace.

The Red Robed Emperor sat on his throne, his face still marked by the green bruises left by Xiemen Waidao.

A maid applied an ice pillow to his wounds while two others, fearing he would get cold, carefully blew warm air on him. The fragrance of the young girls should have been refreshing, but the emperor was in no mood to enjoy it.

Struck by Xiemen Waidao before and having his palace looted, he could not swallow this indignity and was determined to regain his honor.

Therefore, he resorted to a new summoning method, expending a great number of magic artifacts.

According to their research, the more valuable the magic artifact used, the stronger the Cultivator it could summon. Such artifacts could at least summon an older individual, who would have greater strength and a higher status, with the authority to reprimand the outrageous acts of Xiemen Waidao.

He had already prepared his accusatory words, having the court scholars over to ponder the imperial edicts. He had summarized over a dozen versions of damaging remarks, of which only the cream of the crop had been retained.

However, he had calculated everything except for one thing: what if the other party simply ignored him? Then what should he do?

The national treasury’s magic artifacts had already been pilfered by Xiemen Waidao, leaving just enough for a few summonings. No matter how many he used, the person he wished to summon never appeared.

As he watched one artifact after another vanish, his personal guard approached and said, “Your Majesty, there’s not much left. If we continue, we won’t have anything left to resist the rebels.”

The emperor looked coldly at the guard before him, and the icy stare let the guard know he had overstepped his bounds.

Quickly slapping himself, the guard struck so hard that half his face swelled up, then quietly withdrew.

In front of the emperor, the ritual continued.

He was now in a predicament, as it was the royal family’s sacred duty to maintain relationships with the Cultivators.

The idea of divine right to rule was the foundation of this nation. Ever since the Cultivators appeared and demonstrated their powers, the populace regarded them as Immortals, as supreme beings.

The earliest to serve the Cultivators were gradually chosen to represent the people. Leveraging the power of Cultivators, they expanded their territories and eventually developed the concept of a nation.

Throughout history, the method of summoning Cultivators had always been in the hands of these emperors. Because of it, they were able to stand tall, to act with impunity, treating the people as if they were livestock.

If these ‘ants’ knew he could no longer summon Cultivators, they would definitely see it as the Monarch’s dereliction of duty. They would storm into his palace and kick his head around without hesitation.

Thus, he must continue to summon Cultivators, until the other party was willing to respond to his call.

After what felt like an eternity, just as the Monarch was about to give in to despair, he finally saw a figure emerge.

The appearance of the Cultivator let him breathe a sigh of relief, but when he saw who it was, his heart started racing again.

It’s you again!

This time, Xiemen Waidao had brought another person with him.

Standing next to him was the eldest senior brother of the Danxin Sect, Tang Mo.

As a rather famous online writer, Tang Mo had recently made a fairly substantial sum.

Since “Heavenly Demon” and “Spirit Vessel” received rave reviews, his works finally gained widespread popularity, leading to a significant increase in his fan base.

Subscriptions naturally skyrocketed, and the rights for comics and film adaptations were in the works. Eight-figure royalties had awakened him from dreams with a smile several times, so affording a gaming pod was naturally not an issue.

Upon learning that “Work at Sunrise” even had the option for adventures, he immediately got in touch with Xiemen Waidao, insisting on checking it out for himself.

Xiemen Waidao had read Tang Mo’s books and knew the author to be a man of ideas. The two hit it off and arrived here together.

Pointing to the man with an unsettled complexion in front of him, Xiemen Waidao said, “That fat-as-death guy there is the ruling Monarch. Ask him whatever you want. Hey you, come here.”

The Monarch wanted to retort but unexpectedly, Xiemen Waidao reached out and with an invisible mana, formed a giant hand that grabbed and held the Monarch.

Being carried like a chicken by Xiemen Waidao, the Monarch felt even more humiliated.

However, he concealed his rage and put on a sincere smile, saying to Xiemen Waidao, “What is it that you would like to ask? Whatever it is, I shall answer truthfully.”

Tang Mo directly drew a symbol in the air, and a mysterious pattern emerged, flickering in the sky like fireworks.

Basic spells are not difficult to master, players just need to know a few shortcut commands to cast them.

However, Tang Mo was using a high-level spell, which required spiritual energy to cast and also had to be combined with an array, so not everyone could master it.

Most players only had one or two high-level spells, but their effects were exceptionally good.

After the array in the sky was completed, the Monarch saw countless streaks of light flashing before his eyes, and many luminous points entered his body, making him feel as though he was being controlled by some special spell.

Clenching his teeth, he suppressed his anger and barely managed to crack a smile, stuttering as he asked, “Respected experts, what exactly did you cast on me?”

“Don’t fuss about it, just follow my instructions,” Tang Mo said calmly, looking at the Monarch in front of him, “First off, do you dislike Cultivators?”

The Monarch was slightly taken aback, originally wanting to deny Tang Mo’s question and use it to express his sincerity, but what came out was: “Isn’t that obvious? You’re nothing but monsters in human skins, you don’t even reproduce like the Human Clan does. Letting you work for us is elevating your status, once I unify the Eight Wildernesses, all you monsters will have to die!”

The Monarch didn’t know why he blurted out such truthful words.

He desperately wanted to cover his mouth, but it was beyond his control, continuing to say, “Why can’t I speak? If you don’t want me to talk, I’ll talk even more! Cultivators, aren’t they just my lapdogs here? However, I heard they possess the secret to eternal life; I really must take a good look at it.”

The less the Monarch wanted his mouth to speak, the more it said, revealing various royal secrets without care, causing the surrounding guards to look at him with increasing suspicion.

Tang Mo didn’t need to continue directing; the other party kept revealing secrets through his continuous babbling.

Through his words, Tang Mo understood the attitude of mortals towards Cultivators.

In the eyes of the nobility here, Cultivators were already seen as a non-human species, beings that could be used and discarded.

The root cause, Tang Mo thought, was the same as Xiemen Waidao’s: the NPCs in Immortal Village were just too nice.

They didn’t question anything, just doing good deeds willingly, and they didn’t mind being used by others, representing pure kindness.

Kindness is actually a virtue, but if it’s without intelligence, it ultimately becomes a flaw.

Understanding the crux here, Tang Mo asked for the list of tasks that the Monarch had assigned to Xiemen Waidao and began to go through them one by one.

These tasks were all major ones that exhausted resources and labor; even for Cultivators with substantial mana, completing them all would take more than a decade.

Requesting a map, Tang Mo carefully examined it, at times using a ruler to measure, and then he added a number to each task.

Looking at the numbers, Xiemen Waidao asked in bewilderment, “What do these numbers mean?”

“Labor values. I refer to the labor generated by a normal worker in one day as one labor value. The higher this number, the larger the workload of the task. But this also includes changes to the production methods brought about by spells, so I need someone to reassess this.”

Xiemen Waidao remembered ‘Black Tech’ and nodded, “I get it, I have a buddy named Black Tech who is quite knowledgeable about these spells. I can find him later. But after your assessment, it feels like we’ve turned into a construction crew. Just yesterday, Mukuai 1234 screamed in her dream that she wouldn’t do construction, and now it’s actually happening.”

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Tang Mo narrowed his eyes at Xiemen Waidao, feeling that there was something odd about what he said.

The labor value Tang Mo provided was to decide on pricing, while Black Tech’s assessment was to calculate which parts could be completed faster with what spells.

Millions of players play in this game, and many have their unique secret techniques.

Thanks to the overall atmosphere of “Work at Sunrise,” there’s a lot of spell exchange among players, and there’s no reason to hold back, so a large amount of spell information gets passed around, allowing Black Tech to understand the situation with spells here and to break down every project, selecting different spells for each process.

After Black Tech’s restructuring, the amount of mana that Cultivators needed to spend was only about one-thousandth of the normal labor value, even if the corresponding price was cut by half, players still made a profit.

After calculating the quote and deciding on a price, the next step was negotiation.

Stepping directly into the Monarch’s palace, Xiemen Waidao, with the latest quote in hand, found the terrified Monarch.

Slapping the quote down in front of him, Xiemen Waidao said with a smile, “We can take on your tasks. However, this is the price. Please take a look and give us the money.”

Looking at the price given by Xiemen Waidao, the Monarch was flabbergasted again.

You… have you switched professions?